Queen of Flowers

Chapter 54: world of two people

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Zhuangzi in Tangquan Mountain is a royal village bestowed by the emperor to Fengliao.

This Zhuangzi is only three days away from the capital. The biggest advantage is that there are several hot springs in the Zhuangzi. As early as many years ago, these springs were built into several soup ponds by a certain owner of Zhuangzi. After Feng Liao took over here, he renovated the soup ponds.

Yong Ruo is very much looking forward to this trip to Tangquan Mountain, and the girls around her are also looking forward to it.

For the sake of fairness, Yong Ruo asked the girls around him to guess Ding Ke and decide who would go and who would stay. In the end, Huaruan, Daxue, Xiaoxue, and Xiaohan won.

Yongruo comforted Yujing and Dahan, who were full of disappointment: "Don't be disappointed, I won't guess Dingke next time, and I will let you take turns." The two girls who failed to guess Dingke became happy.

Of course, Zhu Ying also wanted to follow, so she worked overtime for this, and silently wrote out the pamphlet Yong Ruo wanted one day in advance.

It's a pity that Yong Ruo didn't want to take her there at all. After reading the booklet once, he said regretfully: "This booklet is still too brief. Let's do it! Don't write the booklet, you follow the past too Every time the concubine went out, I wrote it down in detail, to be accurate and meticulous, understand?"

Zhu Ying didn't understand: "Why did you write these?"

Yongruo sighed slightly: "I found that your ability to summarize is not very good. You have traveled so many times with the concubine, and you have seen so many princesses, princesses, concubines, side concubines, wives, wives, but these people What kind of temperament, what you like, what you don't like, but you don't have a word in this booklet.

"Since this is the case, why don't you write down your previous experience when you went out, who you met, what eating utensils were ostentatious, and what you heard people say. I will analyze and analyze from your experience, maybe You can get something. By the way, you don’t need to write what the concubine said to others in private, lest you get lost.”

Zhu Ying was dumbfounded: "This... How long will it take to write this? Besides, how can this slave remember so clearly what happened for several years?"

Yong Ruo smiled and said: "Think slowly, write slowly, don't worry! If you really don't have a clue, I will teach you a way: you find a few books of the almanac, and look at the almanac, which year, month, and day are right? What special day? For example, someone’s birthday, a certain family married a woman? Where did the concubine take you? If you compare it in this way, you will think of many things, and you will have ideas when you write.”

Seeing Zhu Ying retreat dejectedly, Yong Ruo smiled slightly, and said in her heart: Slowly write your memoir at home, little secretary Zhu Ying.

Hua Ruan and Yu Jing secretly smiled at Yong Ruo: "Madam's method of rectifying Zhu Ying is really wonderful!"

Yong Ruo glanced at them: "Who says I'm punishing her? I'm clearly using her! If you and I haven't seen the world, why do you make Zhu Ying so hard? You command: my subordinates, Everyone should be respectful to Zhu Ying, take care of Zhu Ying more in daily life, and never neglect Zhu Ying in terms of eating and drinking."

Hua Ruan and Yu Jing exchanged glances, giggled, and understood: "Madam taught you well! The slaves will definitely respect Miss Zhu Ying."

On the third day of March, Shangsi Festival.

Yong Ruo and Feng Liao sat in a spacious carriage and went to Tangquan Mountain.

"Are you happy?" Feng Liao asked Yong Ruo.

"Happy!" Yong Ruo hugged Feng Liao's arm affectionately and said, "So I want to thank you! How do you want me to thank you?"

If it was in Yongruo's previous life, the boy in love heard the girl he liked ask: How do you want me to thank you? Guaranteed to make a laundry list of embarrassing demands.

But Fengliao is an honest child. Yong Ruo hugged his arm so tightly, through Chuchun's jacket, he could feel the warmth of her body, his face blushed uncontrollably, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

"You... make me a purse! You haven't made me a purse yet!" Feng Liao cleared her throat, controlled her chaotic mood, and said calmly.

Yong Ruo found it both funny and amusing, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "As long as I make a purse for you, will you be satisfied?"

"Then...then make me another pair of socks!" Feng Liao added a new sewing order very stupidly.

Yong Ruo couldn't hold back anymore! She rested her forehead on Feng Liao's shoulder, lowered her head and laughed incessantly: Why is Feng Liao so cute? !

Feeling the trembling of her body, Feng Liao turned her head to look at her in astonishment, but only saw her bun. He stretched out his hand, lifted her chin lightly, forced her to look up, and saw the uncontrollable smile on her face.

"What are you laughing at?" Feng Liao couldn't help laughing, "I thought you were scared to cry by sewing! I was puzzled: even if you don't like sewing, it's not enough I was scared to tears by a purse and a pair of socks!"

"How does your master know that I don't like needlework?"

"I can see it! You have been living in the house for a month, and you have never touched needlework. You only gave me a sachet on the wedding day. I have to change someone else, sachet, handkerchief, fan cover, purse, socks, coat , I don’t know how much you have given me! If I still can’t see that you don’t like needlework, wouldn’t you be so stupid?”

Yong Ruo pursed her lips slightly: "The concubine even gave the prince a handkerchief!"

Feng Liao squinted at her, and snorted arrogantly: "Did you give that to me? It's obvious that I snatched it forcibly!"

Yong Ruo looked at him with aggrieved eyes: "Is the prince blaming my concubine for dereliction of duty?"

Seeing her small eyes, Feng Liao felt that her heart was about to melt, and she quickly confessed: "No! Absolutely not! I just want a purse made by you, if you don't want to make it, forget it! You can give me something else."

"Really?" Yong Ruo looked at Feng Liao with star eyes.

Feng Liao said proudly: "Of course! As long as it is your heart, I like it!"

"Well, close your eyes! Don't open them!"

"So mysterious?" Feng Liao closed her eyes as she said, with an uncontrollable smile on her face, full of anticipation in her heart.

Yong Ruo put one hand on Feng Liao's shoulder and supported her own knee with the other. She half stood up, looking at Feng Liao's exquisite and handsome V-shaped face, her heart was very soft.

She hooked Feng Liao's neck with one hand, put the other hand on the side of his face, exerted a little force, and motioned him to face her.

With eyes closed, it seemed that the other senses of the body became particularly sharp. In the invisible darkness, Feng Liao's breathing was slow and rapid, her heart was beating fast, and her face was slightly hot.

Yong Ruo bent down sideways, and lightly pressed her lips on Feng Liao's soft and plump lips. After a slight pause, she quickly retreated.

When their lips met, Feng Liao held her breath involuntarily. The gentle touch on her lips was like a stone breaking the calm of the lake, causing ripples in his heart. When her lips were withdrawn, he was both disappointed and excited, regretful and satisfied.

After a while, Feng Liao gently opened her eyes, stretched out two fingers involuntarily, touched the lips that Yong Ruo had just kissed, and then looked at those two fingers.

Then he looked at Yong Ruo, with sparkling eyes, and said softly, "I like this thank you gift from Ruoruo very much!"

Along the way, because of this shallow kiss, Feng Liao was in a state of sleepwalking, touching her lips for a while, and dazed with a silly smile on her face for a while.

It wasn't until he stayed at the inn that night that he remembered one thing: "Ruoruo, today in the car, when we said thank you, what are you laughing at?"

Yong Ruo happily pretended to be stupid: When? Am I laughing? I don't remember what I was laughing at!

When going out this time, Feng Liao didn't put on the guard of honor of the county king, nor did she reveal her identity, she just brought along the elite guards from the mansion.

But with their momentum, how dare the people at the post station be negligent? I gave them the best guest room and replaced it with brand new bedding.

Yong Ruo walked around the room and made sure that there were no lice or fleas on the bed, so he was relieved! As for daily necessities such as bedclothes and tableware, the luggage cart at the back is filled with what she is used to!

The dinner was cooked by the cook at the inn, but Jiao Tong personally took the little eunuch to assume the duties of health supervisor, so Yong Ruo ate with confidence.

After dinner, Yong Ruo and Feng Liao sat together to digest food. Yong Ruo asked Hua Rou to bring up the sewing box, and said to Feng Liao: "I want to make another purse for the prince, will the prince dislike it?"

Although she doesn't like to do needlework, her body has inherited most of the original owner's needlework skills, so it's not a problem to make some simple gadgets.

Feng Liao was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Don't dislike it, don't dislike it! I can't ask for it!"

"Then what color does the prince like? What style?"

The two happily talked about the purse, and Feng Liao was very involved in helping to choose the material, design the pattern, and choose the embroidery pattern, which made Yong Ruo feel like doing handwork with her boyfriend.

Because embroidery is required, Yong Ruo is not very skilled in needlework. She can't finish this purse in one night, so she does it slowly every day.

On the third night, when it was getting dark, they finally arrived at Tangquan Villa. After dinner, Yong Ruo finally made the purse and gave it to Feng Liao.

Feng Liao took the purse, looked and looked happily, and carefully put it in her arms.

When lying on the bed with Yong Ruo at night, Feng Liao also made Yong Ruo close his eyes: "I have a thank you gift!"

Yong Ruo guessed what he was going to do, closed his eyes obediently, and gave Feng Liao a thumbs up in his heart: I know it's not bad to learn from others!

After a rustling sound, Yong Ruo felt that Feng Liao was holding two arms, hanging above him, getting closer and closer to him.

His breath sprayed on her face lightly, bringing her a slightly hot feeling.

His two soft and moist lips, imitating her appearance that day, gently kissed her lips, and after a short pause, he wanted to withdraw.

But Yong Ruo didn't give him a chance to withdraw, she stretched out her arms, wrapped his neck around him, pulled him towards her, at the same time raised her head slightly, and gently held his lips with her...

Feng Liao quickly learned this kind of lip-tongue game and had a great time playing with her. It wasn't until he felt the agitation in his body surging like a sea tide that he suddenly came to his senses.

He pressed Yong Ruo's shoulders, quickly lifted his upper body, and separated from her lips with difficulty.

Yong Ruo panted slightly, feeling her heart beating fast. She looked at Feng Liao's flushed cheeks, and heard his equally rapid breathing, and felt that any hesitation and retreat at this moment would be a waste of life.

She raised her arms, trying to wrap his arms around his neck again, pulling him towards her.

Feng Liao quickly pressed her hand, and then pulled the quilt over her tightly, covering her tightly, only her head was exposed.

"No! No!" He buried his face in the quilt, not daring to look at her at all, his voice was muffled, but his tone was firm, and his hands were still firmly pressing her quilt.

"Rong Shen..." Yong Ruo's voice was slightly hoarse, revealing an unspeakable sex appeal. But as soon as she said two words, Feng Liao covered her mouth.

"Don't talk!" Feng Liao said a little rudely, still burying her face in the quilt.

Yong Ruo kissed the palm of Feng Liao's hand covering her mouth.

Feng Liao's hand quickly retracted like an electric shock, and continued to press the corner of her quilt.

"Don't make trouble!" He finally lifted his face from between the quilts, looked at her, and gave a low voice very seriously.

But his cheeks were still flushed, his eyes glowed with moisture, his breathing was still rapid, and he didn't look serious.

Trapped under the quilt, Yong Ruo looked at him and blinked innocently: "I'm not making trouble! I just want to be closer to you."

Feng Liao looked at her, almost speechless. He took a low breath, and threatened in a slightly hoarse voice: "If you do this again, I will consummate the marriage with you in advance!"

Yong Ruo continued to look at him innocently: "Why can't you consummate the marriage in advance? Didn't the Youfang doctor say that my heir is difficult? In this case, the premise of your promise is wrong, and the promise you made under the wrong premise is wrong. Why do you need to keep guarding?"

Feng Liao looked at her, with obvious entanglements and struggles on her face: "But... what if? What if you remember wrongly?"

Yong Ruo sighed lightly: "My lord is unwilling to give up, or is he unwilling to believe my words?"

Feng Liao felt that her heart was a little confused. He buried his face in the quilt again, continued to press the corner of Yong Ruo's quilt, and said sullenly: "You let me think about it, go to sleep!"

Yong Ruo was a little helpless, but also a little moved. She looked at the top of the tent, took two deep breaths, calmed down her heartbeat and breathing, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Okay!"

The atmosphere has been ruined, and she is very tired today, what else can she do besides agreeing? It can only be left for tomorrow!

What are we going to play tomorrow

This is the hot spring Zhuangzi, there is a soup pool... Wet `body` temptation

Two lines of ancient poems suddenly flashed in her mind: The hot spring water is smooth and smooth, and the servant helps her delicate and weak.